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Jacob slowly opened his eyes, feeling groggy. Everything around him seemed blurred and distant like he was dreaming. 'Oh, my head! What happened?' he wondered, trying to remember. The memories of Rodrigo and the strange machine he was hooked to returned, and his heart started pounding.
"Putain," he whispered softly, not noticing the change in his language.
"Good, you are awake," said Rodrigo, standing above him. "How are you feeling?" Rodrigo's words now seemed to Jacob as if he were speaking a foreign language, although Rodrigo was speaking English. He had to strain a little to understand what he meant.
"I feel..." he looked down and his eyes widened. "Putain! Qu'est-ce que c'est?!" (Fuck! What is this?!) 'Why the fuck am I still have a fucking boobs?!'
"Huh?"
"Qu'est-ce qui est?" (Fuck! What is this?!) Jacob was freaking out, his hands were shaking. "Pourquoi suis-je une putain de nana ?!" (Why am I a fucking chick?!)
"I... don't know what are you saying. Speak English, okay? Do you understand?"
"I don't... I... I can't speak English anymore!? I understand but it hard," said Jacob in his new French accent. "Je parle Francais! What you do... you.. you change me not back! What is this?!"
"Well, I didn't know what you looked like exactly! So, I made you a girl I liked."
"Non! Zis is not my face!" yelled Jacob. "You are fou! I am not Jacqueline! I am not Française! You did not change me back!"
"Well, I immediately realized that you were lying to me, but I didn't care," Rodrigo replied. "Now you really are Jacqueline - the illegal immigrant from Paris who works as a nurse. Your story is not so bad."
"Non! Je suis un homme!" (No! I am a man!) screamed Jacob. "Change... Pourquoi you look at moi like zat?" asked Jacob noticing Rodrigo's expression.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to stare," Rodrigo smiled. "But, you're just so pretty, Jacqueline."
"I non understand," said Jacob in a confused voice, while her hands were shaking.
"It seems I went too far with my knowledge of English for you... well, if you want, you can learn it again," Rodrigo smiled.
'What the fuck is he talking about? I mean... is it even possible? Fuck it, I should get out of here and contact my team. They will change me back,' Jacob thought and looked around. "I can go?"
Yes, go wherever you want. You're free girl," said Rodrigo.
"Uhm... my clothes?" Jacob asked looking down at nude body. But before he could say anything else, he noticed something flying straight towards him. He managed to catch it and looked at it - it was one-piece white swimsuit and a cap with red cross on it, and also high-heeled boots.
"Cool, yeah? It's my gift to you as a nurse," Rodrigo smirked. "Try it."
"Non, non, non cool. Give me my old vêtements!" Jacob ordered but then he realized that better not piss this bastard off. So, he sighed and looked down at his outfit. 'I will look like a complete fucking slut in this outfit. Shit, I hate this.'
"Move your ass, girl. Go, go, go. Juan will be here in the evening, and you need to leave. So, hurry up, doll." ordered Rodrigo.